Rebellion dogs our every step.  Barking and yelping and howling and moaning overprotective warnings on the slightest change.  Fear of not enough creates not enough walls that slam a barrier.  I seek, I ask, I knock to recognize the bridge of inspiration to create more bridges and soothe all the dogs in the neighborhood.

Easy IS doing it.  Peace now surpasses all logic and understanding.  The dogs quiet with a bone of no contention.  Faith is all that is.  Fear is a faux friend that is still afraid of the dark, refusing to grab the candle, losing the flashlight, trembles to switch on the lamp and open the drapes. 

Fear of the future keeps me from trying every instrument, performing each experiment and testing every hypothesis to a movable manifestation.

Life can change the goal posts, but not the field of possibilities.  Barking dogs of fear and chirping birds of ever present Spirit composes the symphony of my neighborhood today.  We sing and howl in joy.